Lawn reform? Probably not at my house.
I am the gardener around here, but I am not the only one who draws the kind attention of neighbors and strangers who pass by the house.
Everybody loves my husband's grass.
We are heading into the roughest months of summer, and Gary's grass, like everyone else's, is going to take a beating. But it will pop back when the cool weeks of fall arrive and the rains return, and it will look again as it does in spring: a lush blue-green.
Like the quintessential American male homeowner that he is, Gary takes pride in his grass. When he gets the morning paper, he stands for a while on the porch and looks it over with barely disguised pride.
There are weeds and crabgrass out there, for sure. But he knows where every one of them is and he can often be found digging them out by hand.
